Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars. Kahlil Gibran
Lacey couldn't stop playing the look on Sawyer's face over and over again. She couldn't believe her own stupidity. It just kept replaying over and over again inside her head until Lacey felt herself beginning to snap. She sat up in her bed and threw the pillow at the floor in frustration. She shouldn't be harbouring feelings for a boy with a bad reputation around school anyway she thought grimly, she had a future to think about and an assignment that was driving her round the bend.
No matter how many times she tried Lacey couldn't even make a start on her song. What does one write about when their life is so mundane and boring? You couldn't really sing about work or being p
